Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
New Order,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Monks,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.